A Lament, a poem by Asif Sultan Matta
A Lament
Asif Sultan Matta
02-01-2017
Lament upsurges in grieved heart,
Why some possess, and some not?
Dignity, love, bliss, privilege...
When all created by One Lord,
Created men, his mate from One
Soul, so to play their unequal roles,
As per their polar unique being.
But you say, they are same---
Robbed them off their uniqueness
And ask falcon to suck nectar from flowers, and bee to soar high,
Nay, they're two oars of one canoe
Pushing it forth with mutual toil,
In different sides.
Greed of Gold deprived you of real you,
The material sheets encompassed pure pearl
And you became a vulture, who
Shoos others away and pounce at filthy corpse
and render your mates starved.
God hath sent thee as his vicegerent
To establish his commandments
But you claimed of being God,
The ruler, the sovereign, the authority
The rightful of being the Judge.
Snatched moaning mothers off sons
To heap up precious thrones, to settle
down and cage the flying birds...
Asif Sultan Matta
02-01-2017
Lament upsurges in grieved heart,
Why some possess, and some not?
Dignity, love, bliss, privilege...
When all created by One Lord,
Created men, his mate from One
Soul, so to play their unequal roles,
As per their polar unique being.
But you say, they are same---
Robbed them off their uniqueness
And ask falcon to suck nectar from flowers, and bee to soar high,
Nay, they're two oars of one canoe
Pushing it forth with mutual toil,
In different sides.
Greed of Gold deprived you of real you,
The material sheets encompassed pure pearl
And you became a vulture, who
Shoos others away and pounce at filthy corpse
and render your mates starved.
God hath sent thee as his vicegerent
To establish his commandments
But you claimed of being God,
The ruler, the sovereign, the authority
The rightful of being the Judge.
Snatched moaning mothers off sons
To heap up precious thrones, to settle
down and cage the flying birds...
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